MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 553 Ten Thousand Demons

Chapter 553 Ten Thousand Demons

 The skinny old man suddenly felt an inexplicable panic.

 But then, this panic disappeared without a trace, and it seemed that it was just a temporary illusion.

The old man felt relieved and suddenly felt sleepy. He thought that it was already getting late and that tomorrow would be a lot of hard work and hard work, so he wanted to squint his eyes and sleep for a while.

But he was drowsy and just about to fall asleep, when he suddenly felt hungry in his belly. He couldn't help but take out a few Bigu Pills from the storage bag, put them into his mouth and chewed them...

 But the ink paintings on the side became more and more frightening as I looked at them.

 Because he could see clearly that what this skinny old man was chewing was not Bigu Pill, but his own fingers!

 He is putting his fingers into his mouth to chew!

 His mouth was already bloody.

 The white bones of his fingers have also been exposed.

At the same time, the middle-aged monk, who was distracted, took out a knife and put it on his neck.

Master Yun took out his sword and stabbed himself in the chest.

 It’s a demon from the heart of Taoism!

“Uncle Master wants to kill these three people!”

The ink painting was in a hurry, and his mind immediately turned around. Thinking of the knowledge about "the devil planted in the heart of the Tao" over the past few days, his eyes darkened, and with a few strokes of his small hand, he changed the pattern of the warm fire formation on the ground.

 The warm fire array pattern, once changed, will immediately conflict and self-destruct in an instant.

With a "boom", the formation self-destructed, making a harsh sound.

At the same time, the flames rose up, filling the air with a crimson color. In the dark night, it was extremely dazzling, blocking the treacherous man's sight and distracting him.

It also interrupted his Taoist demon cultivation.

After being startled, the three skinny old men came back to their senses, their eyes a little confused.

The skinny old man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that his fingers were dripping with blood and flesh, and even white bones could be seen. He felt frightened in his heart.

 “What’s going on? What happened?”

 He ​​raised his head and looked around, and happened to see the little kid opposite, looking at them with a slightly anxious expression. His little mouth opened and closed, as if he was saying something, but he seemed to be afraid of something and did not make a sound.

The skinny old man endured the pain, frowned, and looked at it for a while, and then he could tell what the little kid was talking about from the shape of his mouth.

 He is saying two words:

 “Let’s go!”

 “Let’s go!”

 Walking quickly?

 The skinny old man was startled for a moment, then his eyes widened.

 He recognized it!

This little kid is the little formation master from Nanyue City!

 That is, Mr. Zhuang’s young apprentice!

He looked anxious now, silently reminding himself...walk quickly? !

 The skinny old man's heart trembled, and chills surged into his heart like a tide. He immediately thought of the Taoist priest hiding in the shadows when he entered the door just now.

He wanted to turn his head to look, but stopped looking.

His intuition of calculating cause and effect all year round told him that this person is treacherous and must not be looked at!

The skinny old man subconsciously touched the Sancai Yi Count copper coins in the storage bag, but when he touched them with his hand, he only felt that they were scattered. After a slight rub, the old man's pupils trembled.

Broken? !

　　San Cai Yi Counted Copper Coins... completely shattered? !

Even Sancai Yi could not resist the life-and-death crisis just now!

 “Let’s go!”

The skinny old man’s somewhat trembling hands held the middle-aged monk and Master Yun tightly, with fear still in his eyes.

Master Yun and the middle-aged monk were confused. Just as they were about to ask something, the skinny old man shook his head.

The two of them were startled, and then they realized that their behavior was a little abnormal. There was something sinister and strange in this ruined temple, so they both nodded solemnly.

Without further ado, the three of them gathered their breath, stood up in a hurry, and left quietly without making any sound.

The deceitful man's eyes moved slightly, but until the three of them left, there was still no change. He just looked at the ink painting meaningfully.

Mo Hua scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "Uncle, I didn't learn the formation well and made a mistake..."

The deceitful man looked indifferent, obviously not believing in the nonsense of the ink painting.

But he didn’t say anything and closed his eyes again to rest.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

 Fortunately, the uncle was careful with himself and only used the simplest and most superficial "Tao Xin Demon Planting". Master Yun and the three of them did not plant the demon deeply.

 Otherwise, it will be troublesome if you really use advanced methods of "seeking demons".

Even if I wanted to save them, I would be powerless.

Seeing the three people walking away, Mo Hua felt relieved, but he remembered again what the old man said...

 “Guixu Sky Burial…”

 Guixu, where is it?

 What is the meaning of sky burial?

 This is related to a huge opportunity? Is it an ancient secret? Is it an inheritance, a volume of skills, or...

 A formation?

Mo Hua shook his head, confused.

 “That’s all, it’s better not to aim too high...”

Master has said that this kind of opportunity involves too much cause and effect. If you are not careful, you will be killed. It is better that you don't know it now.

Mo Hua nodded.

 He lowered his head again and glanced at the Nuanhuo Formation, feeling filled with regret.

　　The formation self-destructed, and the sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, wild fruits, and a big fish that were roasted by myself were all charred and turned into a pile of black charcoal...

That big fish was almost ready to be grilled and the aroma could already be smelled. However, it took a long time to grill and I didn’t even eat a bite...

 “My fish…”

Mo Hua was a little heartbroken and couldn't help but sigh.

 He drew another warm fire array, then took out the remaining sweet potatoes from the storage bag and continued to roast them as if no one else was around...

 …

The three skinny old men hurriedly left the ruined temple, ignoring the darkness of the night, and kept walking outside. They walked for an hour, and they stopped when they were far enough away.

 The back of the skinny old man was soaked with cold sweat.

 The middle-aged monk took a breath and asked, "What happened?"

 The hand of the skinny old man was still dripping with blood.

 He took out the medicinal powder, sprinkled it on his hands, and took a few pills internally, which made him look better.

Recalling the incident of the ruined temple, he was still a little frightened. He looked back at the two of them and said in a trembling voice:

 “Three talents were easily counted and the copper coins were broken into pieces…”

"The three of us almost died..."

Master Yun was taken aback.

 The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "It's not that evil..."

“Do you remember that little boy warming himself by the fire in the ruined temple?”

 “A little boy warming himself by the fire?”

 The middle-aged monk was startled, frowned and thought about it. Suddenly his expression changed and he remembered:

 “He...he is that little formation master?!”

Young Master Yun also remembered, his eyes lit up, "It's Brother Mo!"

 Then he muttered again: "Strange...why couldn't I remember it before?"

The skinny old man sighed:

“This little boy is probably that person’s disciple. Although he is young, he is definitely extraordinary…”

“We were in the ruined temple, and unknowingly, we were possessed by inner demons…”

"It was this little kid who made a strange noise and woke us up."

“Later, it was him who reminded us to ‘walk quickly’…”

“Otherwise, we may be in a much worse situation this time...”

 …

 The middle-aged monk was a little surprised, "What danger is there in that ruined temple?"

 The skinny old man also looked suspicious.

  What danger is it?

 Why do you have inner demons?

 Is he the killer of that Taoist?

 Why didn’t any of me notice it?

The skinny old man thought about it, and suddenly he was startled and thought of the Taoist sitting in the corner of the ruined temple, covered by the shadow and unable to see clearly.

 A title that cannot be mentioned appeared in his mind.

 The skinny old man was shaking like a sieve.

"yes…"

“What is it?” the middle-aged monk asked curiously.

The skinny old man swallowed the word "deceitful man" in his throat, and just said: "That man... is a Taoist..."

 “Taoist?!”

 The "Taoists" of the Demon Cult are not ordinary.

 All of them are real, extremely vicious evil spirits!

 The middle-aged monk looked solemn, but he was still curious, "Which Taoist is it?"

The skinny old man glanced at him coldly, "If I pronounce his name, all three of us will die, and the death will definitely be ugly!"

The scene of the ruined temple just now emerged again.

 The middle-aged monk drew his sword and killed himself, Master Yun cut himself with his sword, and the skinny old man devoured his own flesh and blood...

When thinking of this, the three of them all turned pale.

 The middle-aged monk did not dare to ask any more questions.

The skinny old man frowned and thought, and suddenly he suddenly had a clear understanding, and said in surprise: "Yes!"

 The middle-aged monk was startled, "What's wrong?"

The skinny old man's mind was up and down, and he quickly said: "Do you still remember what I said after we entered Nanyue City and noticed that the corpses were all over the mountain?"

 The middle-aged monk thought for a while, shook his head and said:

“You are so long-winded and talkative, and you talk so much, how can I remember which sentence you said?”

Mr. Yun was thoughtful, "Senior Wen, are you talking about...good luck?"

 He vaguely remembered what the skinny old man had said:

"These days, I occasionally feel a little frightened..."

 “It seems that there is great terror on the road ahead, it is extremely dangerous, and life and death are unpredictable.”

“And if we can suppress the corpse mine and save a whole city of Nanyue City, or even a whole state of monks, we may be able to form a good relationship, and there will be a glimmer of hope in the future when we encounter a near-death situation..."

The skinny old man's eyes narrowed, "Now it seems that the cause and effect lies with this little kid!"

“If we were in Nanyue City back then, we didn’t help, we didn’t calm down the corpse chaos, we didn’t have this good relationship, and we didn’t know this little kid..."

“Then today, there is no way for this little kid to save us…”

 “We will all die without a burial place!”

 The middle-aged monk and Master Yun were shocked.

The skinny old man said with some emotion, "Cause, good and evil, one drink and one peck. Mr. Zhuang gave us a chance to make a choice, which is equivalent to giving us a glimmer of hope..."

Mr. Zhuang…

 The three of them felt both mysterious and complicated.

 After a while, Master Yun thought of something and suddenly said anxiously:

"If that Taoist is a big devil, then Brother Mo..."

The skinny old man shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Don't think about it, we can't even save ourselves, let alone think about saving that little kid..."

Mr. Yun looked ashamed.

The skinny old man comforted him and said:

"Don't worry, he is Mr. Zhuang's disciple, he should be fine..."

 In the ruined temple, Mo Hua’s eyes were shining brightly, his face was flushed, and the scene of roasting fish and sweet potatoes over the fire came to mind again.

 The skinny old man sighed in his heart.

 As expected, he is Mr. Zhuang's disciple, and his character is indeed strong...

 Walking with a big devil like Taoist, I still have time to bake something to eat...

 Furthermore, even though he violated the taboo of the "Taoist" and saved the three of himself, the "Taoist" was not angry and even let them go...

 The skinny old man felt a little weird.

 They are of this lineage, proficient in heavenly secret algorithms, and have always heard of that Taoist's evil reputation.

That man was never easy to get along with.

I have never seen him be so "tolerant" or even "indulgent" to anyone...

The skinny old man sighed: "Ji people have their own destiny, we'd better... just go back."

Master Yun is still worried.

The middle-aged monk was stunned, "Go back? Where?"

The skinny old man said angrily: "Where did you come from, and where are you going?" The middle-aged monk was anxious, "Where is the opportunity, don't you want it anymore? We have been struggling for so long..."

The skinny old man sneered, "You still don't understand? This matter is no longer something we can get involved in..."

 “In other words, it’s not something we can get involved in!”

"We are just pawns to find out the news. Now that the news has been sent back, naturally there will be people from above to plan this matter."

 “The land of Da Lishan will turn into a slaughterhouse sooner or later.”

“If we stay any longer, we will really have no way out!”

 The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "Because of the Xuan Mo Ancestor?"

The skinny old man sighed: "More than..."

 He looked back at the ruined temple, his eyes filled with gloom and fear.

"The arrival of Taoists means that the real demons of the devil's path are also coming..."

Although the demon sect was suppressed by the Taoist court and has been dormant for many years, it is powerful and powerful. Of course, it is impossible for the ancestor of Xuan Mo to be the only one in the Ascension Realm.

 All three of them understand this.

 But faced with the opportunity, the middle-aged monk was still a little hesitant.

The skinny old man snorted coldly, "I don't care if you leave or not, I'm leaving anyway."

 The middle-aged monk was startled, then frowned and said: "How can you leave? We have agreed, and I have given you a lot of spiritual stones..."

“I will return the spiritual stone to you.”

 The middle-aged monk looked tangled and struggled in his heart for a long time before sighing: "Me neither, I can't bear to part with these spiritual stones..."

 “That’s it, let’s go.”

He also knew that with the old man's fortune telling, he could avoid danger along the way.

Without the old man, he might not be able to get out of Dali Mountain alive on his own.

He doesn’t want the spiritual stone anymore, so he should just form a good relationship.

The middle-aged monk was a little embarrassed, "I originally thought that I could get a chance and change my life. Now...well, I'd better go back to Qianzhou and be my teacher honestly..."

 He followed the old man and walked back.

A few people walked a few steps, and the skinny old man suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the ruined temple, bowed deeply and solemnly, and said sincerely in his heart:

 “May my little friend turn misfortune into good luck and have a boundless road ahead!”

"If I have a chance, I will definitely repay this life-saving grace!"

Master Yun also bowed heartily.

 The middle-aged monk also sighed. Although he was a little reluctant, he still bowed respectfully.

 After that, the three of them gradually drifted away, leaving Dali Mountain and the land of right and wrong...

 …

 Ink painting is just the opposite.

Not only was he unable to leave, he had to follow the trickster, step by step, towards Lishan City and into the depths of this **** storm.

 After leaving the ruined temple, more than ten days passed before Mo Hua finally arrived in front of Lishan City.

At this time, he was still dozens of miles away from the mountain city. From a distance, he could see the **** flags covering the sky and the sea of ​​blood.

 The scene was the same as what he saw when he left Lishan City that day.

 “Master…”

Mo Hua was worried in his heart. He turned around and asked the trickster: "Uncle, are we going to enter the city now?"

 The deceitful man looked dull.

Mo Hua was not surprised, he was used to it. As his uncle, he didn't like to talk much, especially not to himself.

 I don’t care about the ink paintings either.

 When you cannot change others, you must learn to adapt to others.

He has learned to roughly read what the trickster wants to say from his empty and cold face and his dark eyes.

Just like now, the uncle’s face is dark and unhappy, which means:

 “Not entering the city.”

Mo Hua continued: "If you don't go into the city? Where will we go?"

The trickster's dark eyes glanced at Mo Hua.

 “Into the mountains?” Mo Hua tried.

 The deceitful man's expression froze.

Mo Hua said, "What are we doing in the mountains?"

The trickster's pupils turned black and his face became even darker.

 You will understand it through ink painting.

 The uncle wanted to shut up.

Mo Hua nodded and followed him obediently without saying anything else.

And the trickster did take him into the mountain and to a cliff.

 This cliff is outside Lishan City.

 The surrounding mountains and rocks are rugged and the vegetation is withered.

Mo Hua checked the map and found that according to the label on the map, this place was called "Deadwood Cliff".

There are clearly green mountains and green grass all around, but here, not even a blade of grass grows.

Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness and looked around. He found that the atmosphere here was isolated and seemed to contain a gloomy atmosphere, so the rocks were bare and lifeless.

 “Uncle Master, why did you bring yourself here?”

Mo Hua glanced at the trickster.

The trickster ignored him and went straight to the bottom of the cliff.

Mo Hua was shocked, "Uncle, do you want to jump off the cliff?"

 Then he saw the deceitful man, and with one step, the sky and the earth were turned upside down, and the mountains and rivers hung upside down.

The cliff that was originally at your feet suddenly turned and floated into the sky, forming a huge stone hall. In the stone hall, there were dense houses and ghostly shadows.

Mo Hua was shocked, "Is this an illusion array?"

 And it’s almost fake, so it must be a second-grade or third-grade formation.

What is covered by this illusory formation is a demon temple?

This is the lair of a demon cultivator?

And it seems that this demon temple has existed for a long time. It seems that someone has built this demon cave on the dead wood cliff outside the Five Elements Sect very early.

 The trickster glanced at the ink painting.

Mo Hua understood, what the uncle said was, "Follow me..."

Mo Hua nodded obediently and followed the trickster up the stone steps and walked into the Demon Palace.

 Once you enter the devil's palace, it's **** and gloomy.

 And there are bursts of yin energy.

The ink painting felt a little uncomfortable, but what surprised him even more was that there were many demon cultivators inside.

These demon cultivators are not only numerous in evil appearance, but also have extremely high cultivation levels. They are surrounded by demonic aura. It is obvious that they are cultivating superior demonic techniques.

 And the knowledge of these demon cultivators is obviously much higher.

 Some of the demonic cultivators in the periphery showed disdain when they saw the trickster, and even showed a fierce look in their eyes, taking the initiative to take action.

When the demon cultivators in the Demon Palace saw the trickster, most of them looked solemn and fearful, as if they could tell the trickster's identity.

The trickster looked indifferent and ignored their gazes.

And their eyes, either surprised, inquiring, or indifferent, all fell on Mo Hua...

It seems very strange why there is such a child with a low level, no magic skills, a pure temperament, and an immature look beside the deceitful man.

Being stared at by all the demons, Mo Hua felt a little guilty.

However, he thought about it and felt that he could not lose the face of his master and "uncle master", so he pretended to be calm, raised his head and chest, but he still couldn't help but move closer to the trickster.

 He felt that he would be safer around the deceitful people.

Facing everyone's gaze, the trickster walked straight to the main hall and found a seat to sit down. Mo Hua stood beside him and asked in a low voice:

“Uncle, what are we doing here?”

 The deceitful person has a cold expression.

Mo Hua secretly stared at his face for a long time, unable to decipher what he wanted to say.

I guess it’s a long story and I couldn’t explain it at the moment, so my uncle didn’t want to say it anymore.

However, if the trickster doesn't say anything, other demon cultivators will still whisper.

Mo Hua listened secretly. After listening for a long time, he finally heard some key words:

Like the Underworld Ancestor, the Demon King, the Venerable, the Patriarch, and...

 The Ten Thousand Demons Association!

 “The Ten Thousand Demons Association?”

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

A gathering of the old devil from the demon sect?

Uncle Master came to the upside-down Demon Palace on the Deadwood Cliff to participate in the "Meeting of Ten Thousand Demons"?

Mo Hua’s mind moved slightly, and he was a little scared, so he whispered:

“Uncle, isn’t it appropriate for me to participate in this ‘Ten Thousand Demons Association’...”

 I am a serious monk.

　　　Not a little devil.

 And only then can you refine your qi.

Isn't it impolite to participate in this kind of gathering of big demons that is not suitable for my age, my level, and my status?

 The trickster's pupils turned black.

Mo Hua then silently shut up.

 But in his heart, he still kept thinking:

“What is the purpose of this Ten Thousand Demons Association?”

 “Could it be that it’s aimed at Master?”

"What kind of demon cultivators will be participating in this Ten Thousand Demons Association? At least Jindan? Will the Xuansan from the Ascension Realm also come?"

“Is there a more powerful demon?”

　　　"Shidao...'Uncle Master', what are his plans to join this Ten Thousand Demons Association?"

"Does he want to use the 'Ten Thousand Demons Association' to join forces with some Sanren, some venerable, or some demonic ancestor to deal with Dao Ting, plot against the master, and seize the so-called 'great opportunity'? "

 “Will he... kill the master?”

Mo Hua felt a little worried when he thought of this...

 In the Demon Palace, it is dull, **** and depressing.

 White bones are used as beams, and human skin is used as painting.

As time goes by, more and more demons enter the Demon Palace, and the atmosphere in the Demon Palace becomes more and more solemn...

 The ink painting also gradually changed from nervousness and apprehension to numbness and sleepiness.

 Finally, he dozed off while standing on the stone chair of the trickster.

I don’t know how long it took, but a gust of cold wind blew by, and Mo Hua was startled. As soon as he opened his eyes, his sleepiness disappeared.

 At this moment, many people were already sitting in the Demon Palace.

 It is said to be "human", but it doesn't look like a human being.

 Some are half corpses and half demons, and some are like beasts and demons.

Even if there are some that look like humans, upon closer inspection they don’t seem to be human.

 Some are as pale as dead people; some have beautiful faces with bright red lips and teeth; some have fat heads and big ears, and are wrapped in pythons; some are as skinny as firewood, with demonic patterns carved on their backs...

 The entire Demon Palace is eerie and solemn, and you can hear a needle drop.

 Deathly silence.

 “The Ten Thousand Demons Association...has started?”

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart when he saw several figures slowly emerging above the main hall, on top of the towering seats with white bones and fangs.

These figures have extremely terrifying auras.

 Like a deep ocean.

Only a little bit of breath was revealed, but it was so oppressive that Mo Hua couldn't breathe.

And one of the figures is very familiar to the ink painting. It is the Xuan Demon Ancestor who used blood banners and hanging demon swords to block off Lishan City with a sea of ​​blood and trap the master in the Five Elements Sect—

　　Xuan Sanren!

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and his eyes were shocked at the same time.

Then the few demon cultivators on this bone throne who can be on equal footing with the Xuan San people are all demon ancestors of the Ascension Realm? !

  Another 6k today~

　　

　　

 (End of this chapter)